Perhaps some of his friends had come to the George Inn.

A light was burning there and he would go and see.
There was a numerous company at the inn, but it included nobody that Robert knew, and contenting himself with a look from the doorway, he turned back.

Then the masts and spars in the river, standing up a black tracery against the clear, moonlit sky, interested him, and he walked casually to the bank.

Some activity was still visible on the vessels, but tiring of them soon he turned away.
It was dark on the shore, but Robert started violently.

If fancy were not playing tricks with him he saw the shadow of Garay once more.